March 21, 2009
By NatashaBoorman BRONZE, Qualicum Beach, Other
NatashaBoorman BRONZE, Qualicum Beach, Other
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Open your eyes and look at me;
I'm not a doll to play with,
Then toss away.
I'm not a delicate flower,
Wilting by the day.
So treat me like a person,
Because that's what I am
Not some fairytale princess,
In need of rescuing.

The author's comments:
This poem is very important to me because it's how I really feel. I got sick of all the stereotypes about women needing someone to take care of, or look after, them. The point of this poem is that: No, I'm not perfect, but that doesn't mean I need to be treated like an object.

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